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otp(s): jeon jungkook x reader
word count: 962
synopsis: the one where jungkook’s just a shy, awkward bean.
“you look small in my hoodie.”
a hoarse, but radiant chuckle broke the silence of the room, followed by the deep sound of skin striking cotton.
“do not!” you shot back, ardently.
“do too,” jungkook quipped, tranquilly. you could barely see his pearly white smile in the dark.
“fine,” you scoffed, sitting upright now. “since you hate it so much, you’d rather me take if off?”
you didn’t need a source of illumination to notice that jungkook’s face had suddenly burned with a blush; the sound of your guffawing only made it worsen.
“n-no – i – it was a compliment!”
“supposed to be,” you grumbled under your breath, settling yourself back against your boyfriend’s chest. he was silent.
after a few more moments of imperturbable silence, gradually broken by a distant howl or a car speeding down the road, jungkook spoke again, his voice barely mounting over the mewling of a cat from across the street, “i’m sorry.”
you angled your head to look up at him. “for what?”
“i was trying to hint that you looked good in my hoodie, but i don’t think i did a very good job.”
you chuckled, facetiously poking his cheek. “that’s okay. i wasn’t even offended – just wanted to mess wi'cha.”
he emitted a breathy chuckle, more out of relief than mirth. the arm draped around your shoulder pulled you closer to his body.
“and i’m sorry, too,” you breathed, “about what i said. i should’ve been considerate that you probably weren’t ready for that.”
jungkook laughed again, softly, another noise where another emotion fought over mirth: nervousness. “yeah…i mean – no – i – er –”
“it’s okay,” you interjected, gingerly. “i mean, we’ve only been dating for about 2 months and we haven’t even kissed yet, so i know that probably isn’t comfortable to consider yet.”
“no – no,” jungkook sat up, in his haste making your head fall from his chest and clash into the mattress. “oh – i’m sorry, i – fuck –”
you watched as jungkook dipped his head in his hands, struggling not to let a bout of laughter burst out of you. you failed and quickly masked it behind a fraudulent cough. he let his fingers slither through his hair, his knees drawing up to his chest, before speaking.
“i’m such a mess.”
“you’re a cute mess,” you murmured softly, resting your head on his shoulder. his lips barely quirked with amusement, before his eyes lowered to his sock-clad feet.
“i don’t want you to think i don’t love you,” he whispered, turning so his eyes bored into yours. the shock on your face gradually mirrored on his and in a swift motion, his hand carpeted his mouth and his eyes clamped shut so tightly, terse wrinkles lit his eyelids. you couldn’t stop the grin that grew on your face.
jeon jungkook loved you.
damn, that felt good. it would be even better the moment you were alone in your room and could whisper it incessantly to yourself.
jungkook, on the other hand, looked like he wanted to fucking die and you didn’t how to feel about that. his eyes were wider than saucers and looked almost bloodshot, like he’d just been slapped by the hulk.
“i – i just said i loved you, didn’t i?” he turned to look at you, removing his hand from his mouth, and you fought back a giggle at how cute he looked.
“yes,” you replied, a soft smile playing on your face. “and if it makes you feel better” – you laced his fingers with yours – “i love you too.”
it was like something had passed over his face: one minute he looked utterly horrified and the next he looked like he’d just sought the largest cone of ice cream in the world.
a sudden, tumultuous bout of laughter shook his whole body, making him nearly look like a mad man as he chuckled to himself. “th-that’s great. that’s really damn great.”
you wrapped your arms around his waist, feeling the heat pouring off him. all of the tension he’d endured had clearly made him anxious and you could only imagine how fast his heart was beating at the moment. he held you close, an easy smile on his face.
“sorry,” you whispered, “i didn’t mean to make that so nerve wracking.”
“no, no, i knew it’d be like that,” he said. “well, not like that, but…you know…”
you nodded, and he seemed relieved and a little impressed at the mutual understanding. “i know, kookie, i know.”
the smile grew on his face.
“do you like me calling you that?” you asked. “kookie? i mean, if you don’t –”
“no, it’s fine,” he said. “perfect.” he gingerly regarded a strand of hair that had fallen onto your forehead and smoothed it back into place, the smile on his mouth becoming of admiration. as his hand fell back in place on his thigh, you took it in yours, wounding your fingers back together, letting your fingertips run along the calloused skin. just as you made to comment on how firm his hands were, one of them was poised on your chin, gently lifting her head up, and next thing you knew your lips were melting into jungkook’s and you were gently kissing him in the darkness. time didn’t seem to exist, you couldn’t recount how long your mouth stayed settled against his, but when you broke apart, it didn’t feel to be enough. jungkook looked almost amazed as he disconnected his lips from yours, as if he’d never felt such a sensation before.
“that was nice.”
you laughed and he couldn’t help but smile. “thanks.” and lifting yourself, you touched your lips to his again, having no other plans than to keep them rooted there for the rest of the night.